Kate may never admit it, but her motives aren't entirely pure. Part of her is eager to see the mare in action, giving her the space to stretch those gorgeous legs.

She finishes off about half the coffee, and sets the mug down on her desk.

"If you're feelin' too awful taxed from yesterday's adventures..."

She sighs, a touch on the dramatic side.

"I reckon I could handle Lineave."

It will be a sacrifice, but Kate's willing to do it.

For the good of Caspian.